When Stella's grandfather dies she meets up with his old basketball team and their kids. She goes to the lake house with them and has a crazy 4th of July. And finds love where she least excpects it. Greg/OC. T cause I'm paranoid. Bad Summary.Good Story!

A/N ok guys this is the same story it's just edited. I got a beta reader cause I wanted oneXD now onto the story.

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Stella's thoughts

Chapter 1

I was standing in front of the funeral home with my mom, the both of us waiting for her old middle school friends to show up.

"Lilly? Lilly Connelly?" somebodycalled out to my mom.

I looked over, and saw a short guy walk on up to mom. He was close to my height, which - when you think about it and consider the fact that I'm fourteen - is kinda' weird.

Mom's eyebrows furrowed. "Rob? Rob Hilliard?"

He nodded, and hugged her. Truth be told, the fact that mom was hugging a guy that she hadn't seen in nearly thirty years (so she said) wasn't all that surprising to me; really, she'll hug any guy, and vice versa. Mom's...(what's the word I'm thinking of?) To put it nicely, she's...easy.

"So nice to see you," she smiled before gesturing to me. "I'd like you to meet my daughter, Stella."

'Rob' looked over at me. "You're Lilly's little girl?"

I smiled politely, and nodded. "Yes sir, I am."

Rob's eyes met mom's. "She has your smile, Lilly," he told her with an assuring nod.

Yeah, mom and I have the same smile, but that's it. While mom's got the bright blonde hair and blue eyes that make her look like a Barbie doll, I have my dad's thick jet-black hair and green eyes. Mom says that I'm the spitting image of him.

Well, even though I have NO idea who my dad is, I'll just assumethat she's right about that.

I quickly unwrapped my arms from around Andre, and skipped over to them.

"Hi Mr. and Mrs. MacKenzie," Ichirped.

Mr. MacKenzie gave me a high-five. "Hey! Great to see you!"His wife quickly added in, "By the way sweetie, you can call us Kurt and Deanne." She sent me a goofy look. "So we don't feel TOO old."

"Sure thing."

All of a sudden, this huge woman with what looked like an airplane propeller on her head waddled over, almost knocking Kurt over in the process - the one and only Mama Ronzoni, Charlotte and Andre's grandma.

Oh, DEAR LORD. She grabbed my cheeks, and gave me a big kiss on the forehead. "Look at how big you've gotten, Stella! You still need some meat on those bones of yours, but my goodness, you're tall!"

"Thank you?" I said, not really sure how to react to that.

By then though, Mama Ronzoni had let go of my cheeks and walked away. I shook my head - I was never gonna get used to that woman.

"Hollywood!" I heard Kurt yell to somebody

I turned around, and saw that Kurt was yelling at a guy with black hair and a big nose. He was standing in front of a big black GMC Yukon with a Hispanicwoman, two boys, one girl, and an Asian woman who looked suspiciously like a nanny.

The black-haired man laughed. "Hey, look at that! Kurt MacKenzie and the whole MacKenzie clan!" He walked over to Kurt, gave him a man-hug, then turned to mom with a laid-back, one-sided smile on his face.

"And this must be LillyConnelly." He gave mom a hug.

"Nice to see you again, Lenny," mom beamed. She rolled out the same gesture she'd used when she introduced me to Rob and Gloria.

"Lenny, this is my daughter, Stella."

Lenny looked at me, and nodded. "Ah, so you're the infamous Stella Connelly," he said as he shook my hand.

"Yep, the one and only."He pointed to the three kids behind him with his thumbs. "You oughta' meet my kids - I think you'd like them."

Interested in meeting his kids, I gave Lenny a why-not shrug, and walked over to his car with Deanne, although I doubted she felt like doing what I was doing.

Apparently, I was right; Deanne made a beeline for the Hispanic woman (Lenny's wife, probably), and struck up a conversation with her.

"Hi, Roxanne!" she greeted the woman cheerfully. "I don't know if you remember me, but I was at your wedding - I was table dancing all night. Deanne MacKenzie."

'Roxanne' gave Deanne a cordial smile. "Of course Deanne, hello!"

She gestured to Deanne's stomach, which - at six months pregnant - was about the size of abeachball. "Oh my gosh, you're glowing. You look so beautiful with your pregnancy."

Immediately after Roxanne said that, I knew that there were two possible responses to that compliment - either Deanne would thank her for it, or shewould crack a joke. Knowing Deanne, she was probably gonna go with option number two.

And she did. Deanne looked completely serious as she said, "What the hell are you talking about?"

As Roxanne's smile started to fade, Deanne burst out laughing. "I'm justplaying! Oh god, you should've seen your face! You were like 'huh?'"shecackled as Roxanne's cheeks turned the color of a cherry tomato.Watching her, I felt kinda' bad for Roxanne; the poor lady looked like she was about to croak.

So, I threw her a bone and introduced myself. "Hi, Mrs. Feder," I said somewhat-shyly. "I'm Buzzer's granddaughter, StellaConnelly."

"Hello, Stella," Roxanne smiled, "I'm Roxanne. Nice to meet you."

She pointed to the two boys and one girl standing behind her. "These are my kids" - she pointed to each kid and gave their names - "Greg, Keith and Becky."

I looked at the boy Roxanne had called Greg. He looked like he was my age. He was pretty cute, too; he had wavy dark-brown hair, and an overall good-looking face and body.

I nodded to myself - I could definitely get used to hanging around this boy.

"Hey babe," he said to me in an attempt to sound cool.

On second thought, never mind. - italicized

I quirked an eyebrow. "What's up, hot stuff?" I shot back mockingly.

He opened his mouth to say something, but his phone went off just before he could give me lip.

His ringtone was some stupid rap song about being a gangsta, shooting big guns, having girls, and all this other crap.

I rolled my eyes as the ringtone played and as Keith rolled out some weird swag-dance.

Lenny looked at Greg irritably when his phone went off. "Didn't I tell you to turn the phone off, Greg?"

"Yeah, but it's my massage therapist!" Greg protested.

Massage therapist? SERIOUSLY? What kind of fourteen-year old has a massage therapist? - italicized

Lenny shook his head. "What? No, no cell phones."

"What? No cell phones? Then I'm outta here!" a voice behind us said jokingly.

I mentally squealed at the sound of Marcus Higgins' voice. I turned around, and ran to give him a big hug.

Marcus and mom had a thing back when I was younger, and he was always around our house, just hanging out and having a good time with me and mom.

The guy was sorta' like an uncle to me. The guy might seem pretty skeevey/perverted/flirty around most people, but he's reallycool when he's hanging out with me and mom.

He caught me, and squeezed me in a bear hug. "If it isn't Stella," he said."Any boyfriends yet?"

I shook my head. "Nope, not yet."Repeating something he told me a couple years ago, he chuckled,

"You're toopretty not to have a boyfriend. Man, if we were your age, we'd be all over you!"

I looked at Marcus with a creeped out look on my face, and scooted off to the side.

Marcus laughly loudly at that. "Relax Stella, I'm just kidding. That would be illegal."

I wasn't all that convinced. "I'm gonna go inside," I said quickly.

"Alright, say hi to your mom for me!"

I nodded, and kept walking towards the funeral home.

It was PACKED when I got inside, to the point where it was hard for me to find a seat.

Not that it annoyed me though; it was actually nice to see so manypeople here bidding my grandpa goodbye.

He was the type of person who always put others first before himself, no matter what. And now, we were all doing the same for him.

I finally found an empty spot next to Charlotte, so I ran over and took it before anybody else could.